OOM: taking all our myths to the bank

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Artie's office
Warehouse 13
South DakotaWell. Things are finally happening, one can say that much. But Claudia's thinking she was right about her whole 'Imelda Marcos' shoe closet' theory. (Warehouse 13: Where it's never just the other shoe that drops! They should get t-shirts

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[doyousmellfudge]

Artie's eyes are still glued to the monitor. "Nononono, there's nothing romantic about it. The walls of this warehouse are infused with this very rare mineral called painite. Before MacPherson was incarcerated, he was permanently injected with a substance that reacts violently when in proximity with this painite."

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"'Violently'?" Claudia turns around in her seat to face him. "Could you be a tad more specific with your modifiers?"

[doyousmellfudge]

"I could," says Artie lightly. "If MacPherson were to enter this Warehouse, his blood would turn acidic and immediately eat through his own veins."

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"Duuuuuuuuude."
There's really nothing else to say to that.

[doyousmellfudge]

"Indeed. Where are you, by the way?"

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"Already through the Middle East, heading into North Africa. I'll find him. It's what I does."
And, well, God knows she's had a long time to refine her search program.

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"Yeah, well, you may have met your match when it comes to hacking through what MacPherson--"

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"Oh, yes, who da best?"
Between that interruption and the triumphant grin, Artie is free to assume Claudia found something.

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"What, what? You got a new one?" Artie leans back in his chair to get a better look at Claudia's screen.

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"Edgar Allan Poe's pen? For sale."
And sure enough, there's a blurb about the auction up on the screen.

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"No..."

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"Uh-huh."
As pissed as Myka was - as they all were, really, but Myka had the most reason - after how that particular hunt ended, she wouldn't make this up.

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"Lemmie see it--excuse me--" Artie pushes Claudia aside, chair and all, to get a better look at the listing. That's the pen, all right with a caption to match:

Edgar Allan Poe's Pen
This item is managed by J & M Worldwide, Inc. Interested buyers should contact the owner directly for purchase/auction information. To view the rest of this elite collection, please click the link below.

"'To view the rest of this elite collection...'? Collection? Why would he be selling Artifacts if...?"

This merits further investigation. Artie reaches for the mouse.

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She can see where this is going to end up, and tries to warn Artie off accordingly.
"No - don't click that--"

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Too late. The screen goes back, the text replaced with a grinning ASCII skull.

...oops.

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Claudia sighs, and somehow manages not to facepalm.
"Um. I? Always run a virus scan before I enter an unknown site."